Yang Chen stepped out of his room and made his way to the villa's underground parking garage. Illuminated by the flick of a switch, the array of luxurious cars shone brilliantly, a testament to the regular maintenance they received.
But Yang Chen's attention wasn't on these vehicles that would make most people drool. He walked straight to a corner of the garage and reached for a particular brick on the wall. With a careful pull, the seemingly intact brick slid out, revealing a small, dark cavity. From this hidden space, he retrieved a palm-sized black box, its surface gleaming with an unusual pattern under the light. This was the same box Yang Chen had extracted from the walls of his old, dilapidated apartment before moving here.
